Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 34 I'm so tired
Rain fell from the sky, soaking Philip's whole body in just a few seconds. He calmly raised his gun, aimed at the other party, and then pulled the trigger.

However, the Tuxedo Clown's agility and reaction speed far exceeded Philip's expectations. The moment the gunshot rang out, the other party leaned back in a strange posture.

He stood on tiptoe, stretched his knees forward, and leaned back almost 90 degrees, but he didn't feel tense at all, as if his body was made of liquid and was as smooth and fluid as before.

Philip's face changed slightly, and he glanced at his revolver. There were still the last five "demon hunting bullets" in it. If he used them up and reloaded them, it would be easy for him to rush over and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the opponent's skills.

If we run, even with Elliot as a burden, we will definitely not be able to outrun the other party.

If a close fight really breaks out, it will be difficult for me to keep the notes. The only good news at the moment is that he has no gun. Philip sighed inwardly, closed his eyes and exhaled slightly.

A short time passed.

In the quiet atmosphere, two more gunshots rang out. Philip pulled the trigger again without any unnecessary movements. The sudden firing gave the opponent almost no time to react.

Because he did not dodge the sharp piece of paper shot by the other party, but let it scratch his cheek, causing a few drops of blood to flow out of the cut.

The clown in tuxedo obviously didn't expect Philip to dare to play like this, and the exaggerated smile on his face loosened a little. A bullet narrowly grazed his left shoulder, and a dark red hole suddenly appeared on his black clothes.

Hiss, you're really good at hiding.
Feeling the resentful gaze of the clown in front of him, Philip knew that with his current ability, he might not be able to defeat the other party by any proper means, so he turned the gun and pointed it at the black vest wrapped in the notebook behind him.

"Don't move!" he shouted, pointing the muzzle of his gun accurately at the location of the ancient notebook. "Stop what you are doing now, or I will shoot immediately and destroy this shabby notebook!"

"You!" The clown in tuxedo had quickly adjusted his expression, but it stiffened again. His eyes became fierce involuntarily, but a hint of uneasiness and fear flashed in his eyes.

Because judging from the expression of the guy in front of him, he seemed to be unaware of Antigonus' notes!

Or rather, I don't care at all.

Is this notebook bulletproof?
The clown in tuxedo didn't dare to move at all. He was thinking hard and had long forgotten the wound on his shoulder. At this moment, he was thinking about this most critical issue and couldn't come up with an idea for a while.

Normally, who would ask such a stupid question except for an idiot whose IQ is enough to make a curly-haired baboon laugh!
"Is this thing so important?"

Philip, who had originally only been trying to find out, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a malicious smile, "Okay, I'll give you two choices. Let yourself bleed to death from the gunshot wound, or choose to follow me back to the base and be beaten to death by my teammates?"

The clown in tuxedo didn't say anything, but just stared at him intently, and his fingers suddenly trembled twice.

"I understand." Philip smiled innocently, made an OK gesture, then took out an ordinary bullet from his pocket and loaded the revolver.

boom!
Gunshots rang out, and the edge of the black vest covering Antigonus's notes was pierced by bullet holes. This sudden movement made the Tuxedo Clown, who was still holding on to hope, dare not make any attempts in this regard.

He didn't dare to gamble. Even if he died, the notebook couldn't be harmed.

Time passed slowly as the clown hesitated. He relied on his own abilities without making any body or facial movements, but the heavy rain was still falling and the wound on his shoulder made him anxious every minute and every second.

Finally, another drop of rain fell right into the wound. Having gotten used to the pain, the Tuxedo Clown finally gritted his teeth and prepared to take action.

However, just as he began to move, a low and soft voice suddenly came from behind him, quiet, sad, and intoxicating: "Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!"

"At least one thing is true: this life flies by. One thing is true, the rest are lies. Flowers bloom once and then die..."

The song echoed in the rain-washed streets. Philip, who was already mentally and physically exhausted, yawned uncontrollably with his hands covering his mouth, but his eyes and the gun in his hand were still directed towards the target.

He squinted slightly through the tears in his eyes and looked into the distance. He saw two familiar people getting out of a carriage.
Klein and Leonard!
Reinforcements, reinforcements have finally arrived!
While Philip was moved, he did not let down his guard. He exchanged a subtle glance with Klein across from him, and finally the two of them fired at the same time, hitting the Tuxedo Clown's heart and chest at the same time.

The latter opened his eyes wide, and just as he was about to move with his arms slightly stiff, Philip was kind enough to fire a few more bullets for him and empty the magazine again.

God knows what the situation is this time.

He was originally on a good money-making commission, but suddenly he ran into a young man opposite who turned into a monster because of a broken notebook. After solving the problem, he ran into the Joker in front of him halfway. He was really exhausted.

Klein and Leonard cautiously approached the Tuxedo Clown. After confirming that he was dead, they asked Philip, "Lawrence, are you okay? Where's Elliot?"

"A bit tired," Philip sighed, his eyelids twitching as he waved his hand. He then pointed to a little boy observing the area from behind a pillar not far away. "200 pounds. No, Elliot is right there. Things weren't looking good just now, so I let him hide here for now."

He briefly told Klein and Leonard what had just happened. Who would have thought that their originally calm expressions were stunned, staring at him in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.

"What, what are you doing?" Philip was a little nervous about the sudden situation.

Leonard had a strange expression on his face. He adjusted the brim of his half-high silk hat and sighed softly, "Lawrence, I have to say, even I envy your good luck. If what you say is correct, that notebook is very likely the 'Antigonus Notebook.'"

Klein nodded in agreement. He finally looked at the Tuxedo Clown's body lying on the ground and sighed, "If I had learned the spiritual ritual and brought my own materials, I could verify it now."

"Don't worry, the captain should know how to distinguish." Leonard smiled and said.

"makes sense."

"Anything is fine." Philip didn't feel anything about it. He just touched the notes. He was really numb now.

(End of this chapter)